The Arizona sentinel., 1887-07-30
LIFE IN THE COUNTRY.
How City Society Belle Enjoyed Her
 Visit at a Farm Boarding House.

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 Farmer Curtis-Yes; them slippers of yours will ketch it.
 Miss Featheredge-Why, the grass IS quite wet. Whatever makes the grass wet, now?
 Farmer Curtis-Why, the dew, to be sure.
 Miss Featheredge Oh. but you know the dew falls at night.
 Farmer Curtis-Yes; it stays fallen, too. till the sun dries it off next day.
 Miss Featheredge-Oh, now. really? But how clear and limpid the air is like new wine.
 Farmer Curtis-Hm. Did you ever happen to see new wine?
 Miss Featheredge-Really now-I am not positive that I ever have.
 Farmer Curtis-Hm. We'll, it's about the muddiest looking stuff you ever came across.
 Miss Featheredge-Is it. now, really? You have lovely farm here!
 Farmer Curtis-Hm. Pretty fair for a side-hill lay.
 Miss Featheredge-And look, there comes an ideal yeoman.
 Farmer Curtis-Oh, no; he's one of the hands.
 Miss Featheredge-So stalwart and graceful!
 Farmer Curtis-That young feller can mow wider swath than any man ever had
 Miss Featheredge-Oh, I'm sure of it-a perfect Hercules!
 Farmer Curtis-Yes; an drink more beer than any three ever had.
 Miss Featheredge-Oh, what an icon oclast you are, MT. Curtisl
 Farmer Curtis-H mp rhaps so.
 Miss Featheredge but you are, you know. Fancy that young Apollo drinking beer!
 Farmer Curtis-That's just what he can do, every time.
 Miss Featheredge-Oh, there are the cows-where are they going?
 Farmer Curtis To be milked.
 Miss Featheredge-Oh, may go and see them?
 Farmer Curtis-Oh, yes; go right along.
 Miss Featheredge-And here comes the milkmaid. Oh, am so glad she is a milkmaid and not milkman!
 Farmer Curtis-She couldn't very well be that.
 Miss Featheredge-I feel positively grateful to you, Mir. Curtis. It is all so delightfully."- rural and effective-the gentle cows, the fresh, young, milk maid-oh. if she will only carry the milk-pails on her head, it will simply be a picture!
 Farmer Curtis-H m, Elmiry II hard ly do that
 Miss Featheredge-Iam am sorry. There is something very calm and soothing about COW, l think; don't you, MT. Curtis?
 Farmer Curtis-I don't know as it ever struck me
 Miss Featheredge-That one now being mixed stands placidly chewing her cud, content and philosophical
 Farmer Curtis-Hold on, Elmir- there goes a good ten quarts!
 Miss Featheredge-Oh, Mir Curtis, the milkmaid-
 Farmer Curtis She ain't hurt. She got out of the way. She knows Brindle through and through.
 Miss Featheredge-But, Mir Curtis another shattered idol; she's cross eyed, and forty, at least.
 Farmer Curtis-Brindle?
 Miss Featheredge-Milkmaid.
 Farmer Curtis-Nearer fifty; but she's mighty useful Brindle cuts up that caper about once week. I'll beef her next winter.
 Miss Featheredge-Oh, where are all those men goingP
 Farmer Curtis--Out in the fields to now.
 Miss Featheredge-Oh, are they? How lovely! Do they sing?
 Farmer Curtis-Not that I know of. Miss Featheredge-Oh, I fancy they do! In the opera, you know, the mow- CTS chorus is so lovely!
 Farmer Curtis-H'm-I guess they don't sing it out of the opera!
 Miss Featheredge-Oh, and what is il they now?
 Farmer Curtis-Grass!
 Miss Featheredge-Oh, is it now? l fancied it was hay!
 Farmer Curtis-H nit isn't hay till it's moved and dried!
 Miss Featheredge-Oh, yes, know! I have bunch of dried grass at home now! Farmer Curtis-Yes?
 Miss Featheredge-Oh, do promise me that I shall have a ride on a hay l now?
 Farmer Curtis-Hm-you shall have a ride! Miss Featheredge-Thanks, awfully it will be such an interesting exper- fence! I think Pll go in now, my feet are really quite damp!
 Farmer Curtis watching her go) -H'm, damp! They're soaked! White lress, bronze slippers and silk stock ngs, for walking over farm before breakfast! Hm!-PhiJip H. Helch, in Puck.
 His Name Saved Him.